This is a song about "Weed bitches and money"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Say you don’t do what

With some weed and a cup

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

What do i really need

Heard the sound of several gun shots

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts