This is a song about "Guns violence sex money drugs cars jail"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

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

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey