This is a song about "Getting money fucking bitches"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Getting to the money

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

These wack bitches getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

Trying to get back to this thing called love