This is a song about "Fucking bitches and getting hella money"

Babe you know it gets no better than this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

In other words i'm getting money

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

We getting money, you can face the facts