This is a song about "Money drugs"

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

Call me up late while im on drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

To much drugs in the bloodstream,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Probly from selling or doing drugs

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

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

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen