This is a song about "Guns drugs money hoes"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence