This is a song about "Money gangs girls drugs guns pussy"

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key