This is a song about "Rising up making money and foreign bitches"

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

I making money everywhere i go

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone