This is a song about "Gang bitches money dope gun weed"

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast