This is a song about "Cars money jail violence drugs thugs school"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again