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

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Then i said i had enough

So baby don't act tough

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

With plenty of money and women

She watchin' that oxygen

Schools are like a prison

For those whey no fit dey fix son