This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But now we must get money and stay from drug

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire