This is a song about "Guns drugs money and sex"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

We got dat guns and flow

Heard that you alright though

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Here i go again, falling in love