This is a song about "Gun drugs bitches money jewelry cars designer clothing"

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes