This is a song about "Love fighting money sex drugs"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

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

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

No money, power, or drugs,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I love the money but i hate the cheese

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess