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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Where every recipient, property of the state

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

You know my swag is outstanding,

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches