This is a song about "Rothchilds money and bitches"

"money and blood don't mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

The doctor has arrived just be patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Trap our young black seeds

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

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