This is a song about "Gettin money fuckin bitches"

Get money then bitches

I'm a force to be reckoned with

But reality shows ain't real

And we gettin' money, over here,

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Gettin' spiffy for these bitches i be eyeing

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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