This is a song about "Getting money and fuckin bitches"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

But deep down, i don't really like you bitch

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Getting to the money

What them tippers don't see

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.