This is a song about "Money bitches homies death"

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I was born to do the damn thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Your developmental league don’t see a team

And you ride with this

Get money then bitches

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy