This is a song about "Money skateboarding guns women prison tough ghetto"

And get on down with this thc vision

But it's more like a prison

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot 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

To play rough without acting tough

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

With plenty of money and women

Why me, i say it cause we number one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,