This is a song about "Money and afterlife"

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

And we gettin' money, over here,

Embodiment, a monument of my afterlife

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Kill ya, you in the afterlife

Young money like drake and nicki

I just want somebody i can see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Maybe i'll go shoot a school up, i don't need afterlife,

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys