This is a song about "Smoke money bitches"

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I fucking hate this job

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this