This is a song about "Drugs money bitchs hos"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Big homie hov said i am close

About how i killed ho's,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs