This is a song about "Money girls guns drugs"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs