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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

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