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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

When they posten bail

Your father sits in jail

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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*)

Higher than mariah in a choir full of violins

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

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though