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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

A whore is someone who want money for sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Automatic kill for pennies

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Don't worry i'll be back, cause the pussy like crack