This is a song about "Get money bitch"

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

You get money from mowin-the lawn

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Hop off the bus

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

That hoover figg get the money shit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right