This is a song about "Gangs drugs and money"

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

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

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

You know...you know who you are

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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