This is a song about "Guns drugs bitches money brothers"

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence