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

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I am olubowale, the answer to this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

But they don't understand, they're the reason i'm acting so violent

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