This is a song about "Gettin money bitch"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And we gettin' money, over here,

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Gettin buried in a white gown

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Days were gettin colder

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

Haters gettin shitty

I'mma drop you off home quickly