This is a song about "Drug and girls"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

They slowly showin they colors

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Me and whore white girls never workout,

And my girls yeah she a queen

I got a dollar and a dream

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Randy don't always talk about money and drug