This is a song about "Gettin money fuckin bitches"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

Must be something you want me to see

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks