This is a song about "Fucking batches getting money"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Shit is getting to me i'm my number one fucking enemy

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

I've been baking up these batches since my match lit and went out

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I miss you at my recent show

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Aint in this for the money but itd be nice to make some fucking bread