This is a song about "Money bitches and drugs"

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy