This is a song about "Gettin money bitch"

Days were gettin colder

The flow's cold as a shoulder

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

She won't leave, dick as big as kelly price's appetite

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

See, i like the person that you are

Turn up we gettin louder

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

That'll be never bitch, i'm only gettin' better