This is a song about "Drugs and money"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

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

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

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

If i die before i wake