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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

Bring the battering ram where you live

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,