This is a song about "Money guns drugs bitches necklaces"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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