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

And i need you to show me love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

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