This is a song about "Gotta make dough for drugs"

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

We're looking for stuff that we can loot for a buck, cause we're hungry for dough

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die