This is a song about "Tapping partying making money and get bitches"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Heard the sound of several gun shots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

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

Hustle for money and making livings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Our leaders all get wrapped up in wire-tapping tax scandals,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

So it's nothing to finish

Get money then bitches

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money