This is a song about "Whips and money"

Women front, they get its cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Take my bus and bust down money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

And modify your opinion

With plenty of money and women

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

Hustle for money and making livings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings