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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs