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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

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