This is a song about "Money and women"

And you ain't got to put women on pedestals

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Despite my dark days i feel i'm the brightest of thinkers

Ross and folarin, couple women

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

But somehow it made them listen

With plenty of money and women

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par