This is a song about "Outdoor money and bitches"

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

And i got mad love to give

"money and blood don't mix

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

And she throws up whatever she eats