This is a song about "Money an drugs guns"

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Land a wishes an he can finally make money to help his family profit

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Cremate the money, put it in an urn

Life live, might as well, only way to learn