This is a song about "Fuck rappin bout money n drugs"

What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs