This is a song about "Money and fame and women"

I wish i’ll never see you again

And you cant handle our fame,

Even with the money and the fame

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

And fame before most of it

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I just keep telling them about the future, the money and the fame

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

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

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane