This is a song about "Weed money bitches and good times"

I gotta tell you that my love is true

All the good times and all times we said i love you

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

She cries reminiscing on the good times

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Get money then bitches

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money