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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I'm sick and twisted which bitches just don't seem to get

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Making bitches say damn

So part of the plan

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Punch lines i'm tapping bitches who only be dimes

Making money was the ideal

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I making money everywhere i go

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see