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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And you are not around like black fathers

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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