This is a song about "Rothchilds money and bitches"

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

My team getting digits

"money and blood don't mix

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Young money like drake and nicki

Look it something they can't ever see

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks