This is a song about "Money and thugs"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Young money like drake and nicki

I'mma drop you off home quickly

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

But for long time i had gone cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs