This is a song about "Fucking bitch gettin money and selling drugs"

And what fucking bitch did i slap?

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

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

That'll be never bitch, i'm only gettin' better

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen