This is a song about "Drugs and money kill cops"

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups