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

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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