This is a song about "Los angeles california money power respect goons guns drugs women expensive cars old school chevys clothing jews diamonds snow wisdom wise hood envy wicked loyal protect honest palm trees blunts tattoos guns jordans jail riches dreams true evil thoughts a"

Taught me what a loyal women do

I just wanted to be at peace with you

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Similes about guns, as fake as a simulation

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups