This is a song about "Drugs money cars"

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

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Sb nike's, with the grey box

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I feel like i got fifty cars

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs