This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

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*)

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live