This is a song about "Women and money"

And i wonder you call you that, because the women made us,

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And all women who had no cash can now see

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

They'll have to rename this one

And they only talk about women