This is a song about "Gangs drugs and money"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,