This is a song about "Bitchs and drugs"

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Is when i sit back and wait for the drugs to pile

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I explained all the abuse and drugs they did

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Its somethin like manute bol

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see