This is a song about "Iffy azalea"

If you ain't about money

Like an apple from a tree

Iron maidens coins flip like fingers, slip into thick slime

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Get yours; you know what this about

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Higher in this messed up muck of slime/

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Now im sitting right under that money tree