This is a song about "Fuckin butches gettin money"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

Everything that means gettin with

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Gettin weak all in my knees

Just know that i'm always

If you had, one shot

Gettin caught by the cop

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Gettin' high as cheech and chong