This is a song about "Aussie drugs and money"

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,