This is a song about "Guns drugs and money"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

From the back seat, back seat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow