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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

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

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy