This is a song about "Guns weed money girls cars"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve