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

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Here they keep a rachet close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

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",

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Competition on the court

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.