This is a song about "Money a girls"

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

I like to bang girls on a daily basis

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

And you are not around like black fathers

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And my girls yeah she a queen

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Simply out of this world by choice

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth