This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

So you finally got the nerve

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

If i sent my dad letters

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take