This is a song about "Making money and fucking bitches"

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I making money everywhere i go

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Making bitches say damn

Weed i can't pronounce man

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Making money was the ideal

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Hustle for money and making livings

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did