This is a song about "Money drugs girls fake people"

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Fuck all the people rapping about drugs and crime.

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

We both met new people, some real some fake

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

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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