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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Let me teach you all the sounds of love