This is a song about "Drugs money and sex"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs