This is a song about "Rappers money gangsters bitches"

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

As often, i do this

Get money then bitches

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches