This is a song about "Bando money an drugs"

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*)

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service