This is a song about "Money weed fucking bitches"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches