This is a song about "Fucking bitchs getting money"

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

We getting money, you can face the facts

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

It's getting fucking crowded so they're jumpin out of my mouth

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

In other words i'm getting money