This is a song about "Rappers money gangsters bitches"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat