This is a song about "Guns sex drugs bitches money fame"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Tell me anything you want

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers