This is a song about "Make money fuck bitches"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

There’s money to make

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Fuck the money and public opinion

If i can make them money

Chillin' with homies and family

Get money then bitches

This is how she want to live

Cause this album pack enough evil

He make the bitches all marvel

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Gone head an make that money

Cause some of you bitches funny