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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I'll give u 6 stitches i know u dont get bitches

Arrogant when i finish

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'm sick and twisted which bitches just don't seem to get

Get money like trump and rappas alike

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money