This is a song about "Strippers and money"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

U stole my money bread and dough

Enticed on money and vices alike,

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And big money like hulk

Im happier when high and drunk

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

Fuck the money and public opinion

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

"money and blood don't mix