This is a song about "Guns money and drugs for 211 muggs"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Bonding over our love for drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Hustle for money and making livings