This is a song about "Money and bitches"

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Take my bus and bust down money

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Take her back to where i live

And if you looka all the bitches...

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu