This is a song about "Jet life money hustling"

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Hustling tryna make this p

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way