This is a song about "Guns weed money drugs killing gangs hoes bmw"

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Competition on the court

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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