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

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Used to call me the african don dada

All we need is convienient love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

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