This is a song about "Guns money weed bitches cars"

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show