This is a song about "Money haters bitches"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Music is money, money isn't music

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Ok bitches i agree rap had censored words when the haters tried to stop raps

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

21 but haters know i got bitches to last a life time

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Who dat, who dat? cole world

Smokin haters unfurled

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Allright now thats over with all you haters

To all my non-believers and haters

So you finally got the nerve