This is a song about "Drugs money and power"

But we say the names, it's changing us, money and power,

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Money and power is what i wanna gain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks