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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I stopped drinkin and doing drugs, couldn't believe i did it for her.

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Getting to the money

Shit with our whole family

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And you ride with this

Get money then bitches