This is a song about "Money bitches and drugs"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

But you hate them navel kisses

Get money then bitches

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see