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

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

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

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

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*)

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny