This is a song about "Money and birches"

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

All my love to these queens in here

And we gettin' money, over here,

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

For those whey no fit dey fix son

With plenty of money and women

I seem to love these whips - a white

Get money like trump and rappas alike