This is a song about "Fashion drugs money"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,