This is a song about "Money and haters"

With plenty of money and women

They'll have to rename this one

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And fucking, haters got something to say

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,