This is a song about "Drugs love money"

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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