This is a song about "Bitches and money and drugs"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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*)

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

And get me some more drugs

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this