This is a song about "Outdoor money and bitches"

And if you looka all the bitches...

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Fuck the money and public opinion

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Aight santana man...let's do this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Enticed on money and vices alike,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

All that ass in your jeans

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks