This is a song about "Making money fucking bitches"

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

Making bitches fall on my way up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Hustle for money and making livings

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

The way we making money on some stupid shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Making her money she drive a mercedes