This is a song about "Trapping meth and spending alot of money on designer cloths"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I got money mind and money on my wrist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

The real muscle in the message of that

Cause i tend to talk, alot of shit