This is a song about "Money weed bitches"

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Get money then bitches

I run scandals with savages

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty