This is a song about "Money an drugs guns"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Higher than mariah in a choir full of violins

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

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

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

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first