This is a song about "Getting money them them bitches"

Now i got them bitches infected and they gettin on they knees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

If i can make them money

Chillin' with homies and family

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

Outta all them fucking fake bitches i thought you were the truest

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list