This is a song about "Money drugs women london"

What up girl, tell me how you been

I aint afraid to hit women

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups