This is a song about "Money bitches and weed"

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups