This is a song about "Trucks loads money"

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

Music is money, money isn't music

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Cause some of you bitches funny

Either way we body for money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine