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

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

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

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Oh its over whole time she knows this

But got comma’s in my statement

I'm a cocky little cunt