This is a song about "Gangs drugs and money"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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*)

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

We can't afford the property taxes

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Amen, they say you only live once

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,