This is a song about "Money drugs and poverty"

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts