This is a song about "Drugs money cars"

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

While scheming on hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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*)

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,

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,