This is a song about "Drugs money and cars"

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs