This is a song about "Drugs guns and cash"

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun