This is a song about "Money girls guns drugs"

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers