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

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Rawest practice and making

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne