This is a song about "Having lots of money"

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Always knew where the pot was

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Any other young motherfuckers who hear this need lots of guidance,

Drinkin lots of pitchers

Talking of the gods you serve

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Lots of them haven't even met me