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

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I got money mind and money on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/