This is a song about "Drug and girls"

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Thanks to me your a drug fiend and going insane

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I've become immune to you no name haters

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,