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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

Better yet they work my every nerve

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers