This is a song about "Money and drugs and bitches"

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

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

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

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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