This is a song about "Gang money drugs"

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

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

Lights please, lights please

By a gang called the police

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

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

No gang alignment but i'm very vibrant

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Bonding over our love for drugs