This is a song about "Money guns drugs bitches"

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

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

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*)

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Get money then bitches

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks