This is a song about "Weed bitches clothes money"

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money