This is a song about "Rothchilds money and bitches"

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And all women who had light features, see

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

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

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And i be talking about me, i do this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches