This is a song about "Money drugs homies bitches cunt"

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen