This is a song about "Drug and money"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

You ain't the reason why they came like the fries at hooters

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

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

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

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Drug dealers, rapists, and murderers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth