This is a song about "Highschool money gold swag bitches"

I got to fight this

Get money then bitches

You know my swag is outstanding,

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

And i be talking about me, i do this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches