This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

What the fuck happened to rap when

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Once as a slave who imagined being free

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

The truth shall be told

Boy and girls watch me unfold

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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