This is a song about "Money bitches flippin packs"

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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