This is a song about "Money girls guns drugs"

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Competition on the court

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

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in 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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

These chalance give me balance

You can't evade my guns,