This is a song about "Money n bitches"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

See i'm not writing for the the fame 'n the money,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Like i been slapping bitches,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I swear ri got a hit with this

My dick, stupid bitches