This is a song about "Bitches money drugs"

Get money then bitches

But you hate them navel kisses

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Amen, they say you only live once

You better call cops,coz this drugs

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool