This is a song about "Money bitches and weed"

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

It’s official, she my misses

Get money then bitches

That gyal want mi ride har

That hands you weed and alcohol

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried