This is a song about "Death and love and sex and guns and weed and money and cars"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

And we havin' rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next