This is a song about "Money drugs women london"

See with a district columbia vision

My dad been with half of california's women

For those whey no fit dey fix son

And become as big as london

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Can’t you see just how long my run

I aint afraid to hit women