This is a song about "Whips and money"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

"money and blood don't mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

You can hear it in my lyrics

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You're talking to one of the greatest

Enticed on money and vices alike,

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes