This is a song about "Money guns drugs"

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

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*)

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts