This is a song about "Money and rich dreams"

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

They say i'm the one that's in all your nightmares and dreams

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,