This is a song about "Lots of monet"

While i bombard with lots of stuff and that ain't dots of bluff you bitch!

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,