This is a song about "Thots we get plenty"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Plenty beef to go around and plenty me to stand the heat

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Let me get lube so we get freaky

But five years from now i bet she see

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Money is most of y'all interest

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

So what we get faded, so what we smoke green

Because we only had family and that's all we get

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead