This is a song about "Money bitches homies death"

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I think you and your friends

Homies could get they dividends