This is a song about "Illuminati hoes money drugs"

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Illuminati flow & imma keep it going

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse