This is a song about "Hoes bitches heroin money thugs dollar bills niggas martin"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Stressin bout these bills and money like every night

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!