This is a song about "Guns money sex drugs"

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

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

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

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