This is a song about "Money drugs homies bitches cunt"

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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