This is a song about "Drugs money hoes"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Bonding over our love for drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I should michael jordan these rappers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

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

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