This is a song about "Swag money and bitches"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Cause after all the lights and screams

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

And all women who had light features, see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Get money then bitches

I'm a force to be reckoned with