This is a song about "Money and bitches"

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Hustle for money and making livings

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And all women who had light features, see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts