This is a song about "Money bitches homies death"

That's all u need is death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I ain't tryna diss you

Homies don't flow like they used to

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

3 homies chilling making classics