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

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Before we see it's hard to live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

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*)