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

I thought it'd get better but

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops