This is a song about "Money drugs and bitches"

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Out in la im fakin' hitting switches

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy