This is a song about "Trapping drugs money bitches"

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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.

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with