This is a song about "Money drugs murder killing crip gang vi"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Stood out like pootie tang

But never once in a gang

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine