This is a song about "Money talks bullshit walks"

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

I make them ho's strip

Lobsters and shrimp im good

You're the boss of bullshit

They called my effort bullshit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Thought this was forever love

The one who em talks of

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

My father never talks to me

I remember bumping jesus walks

Alcohol and booty calls