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

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

A whore is someone who want money for sex

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess