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

Ain't recieved any mail

Your father sits in jail

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money