This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches weed pussy sam haze cheese food fam sex fanny rizzla macten"

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats