This is a song about "Drug and girls"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Boy and girls watch me unfold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Bed and my dick in yo girls ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve