This is a song about "Having lots of money"

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Takin lots of portraits

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Mechanical energy is lots of gears

Had i not been exposed to these things