This is a song about "Money and life and getting money and bitches and cars"

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

With plenty of money and women

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And all women who had light features, see

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Hustle for money and making livings

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",