This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

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

But now we must get money and stay from drug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Where every recipient, property of the state

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Your man wale in his own damn lane