This is a song about "Money guns drugs bitches necklaces"

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

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

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,