This is a song about "Drugs sex n rap n roll"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Shit, we don't believe none of them

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Tried perfecting my letters n

To strengthen your defending 'n

See with a district columbia vision