This is a song about "Get bitches and money"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

How to get my rent money

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.