This is a song about "Guns money drugs killing hoes cars"

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

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

Here i go again, falling in love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

This is love, nothing else close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those