This is a song about "Drugs money jail violence cars"

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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