This is a song about "Fucking bitches doing drugs and getting money"

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free