This is a song about "Booty money drugs girls diamonds gold"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Is a space that now you hold

Spiritual, fool's gold

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

Got diamonds on diamonds,

The game of love