This is a song about "Outdoor money and bitches"

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets

Of bad bitches and good tree

So while the world goes drake crazy

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

And if you looka all the bitches...

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"money and blood don't mix

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.