This is a song about "Women money bitches fucking sluts niggas"

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Get money then bitches

I'm in love with your business

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks