This is a song about "Drugs and gangs and lifestyles"

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

When i step up out the maserati car

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

We getting money, you can face the facts

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks