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

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

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

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

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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