This is a song about "Money house and crack"

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

And the cops went to even go raid his house

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out