This is a song about "I get money and bitches"

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

So it's nothing to finish

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Get money then bitches

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Mcee, i ‘am an ego, and only bitches love listening ,to me, i did get fucked

Everyone thinking i was like like shit, cause i was a bit different/