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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Money is worst than a war

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

That dont mean i cant rap like im bulletproof

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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