This is a song about "Weed and money bitches"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

And you ride with this

Get money then bitches

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

That hands you weed and alcohol

See, i like the person that you are

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,