This is a song about "Drugs and hoes"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

We love for a while then a light goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws