This is a song about "Mula gang making money free mula females"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Cause after this song the mula gonna be coming in faster than

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

We love for a while then a light goes

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three