This is a song about "Knives drugs war money sex bulletproof cadillacs"

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Got no equal, bulletproof like fucking la roux

I could think of a couple positions for you

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Let's have a toast for this new love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness