This is a song about "Guns drugs money hoes"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst