This is a song about "Money and women"

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

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness