This is a song about "Gun drugs bitches money jewelry cars designer clothing"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Run em down, gun em down, bitches start hollerin'

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through