This is a song about "Guns drugs money hoes"

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

No, no, we are not those

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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