This is a song about "Get bitches and money"

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Don't get suspicious 'cause i'm malicious and vicious, killing all these stupid bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

But now we must get money and stay from drug

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning