This is a song about "Money bitches and rolex"

All that ass in your jeans

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They for grossing a bigger business

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hustle for money and making livings

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Go! you free to go about your business