This is a song about "Drugs money his"

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

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Like a fool he pulled his money eya-eya o

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

When money was his only motivation