This is a song about "Money drugs weed"

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet