This is a song about "Money guns drugs frees"

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

How beautiful are thou, africa

And all my childhood memories

Cause i start frees that sparks beef yet stops, cease

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my 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

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,