This is a song about "Money and biches"

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I got money mind and money on my wrist

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And they're robbing our money for tax

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

With plenty of money and women

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Hustle for money and making livings