This is a song about "Codeine pussy money weed bitches glocks"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this