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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And what fucking bitch did i slap?

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*)

Look, ambition will define you

And that fucking bitch friend of his too."

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

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