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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Im like a highschool slut i stay cause undone,

Couple months under him something in the oven

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

My gold and bitches? the way i hold the biscuit?

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

My swag is to the roof

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

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

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold