This is a song about "Money drugs pussy"

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

The bitches is everything in between

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Or did he marry his cousin , i don't know but pussy is pussy and i get pussy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs