This is a song about "Money women and drugs"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

When i step up out the maserati car

Cinnamon tone women and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

The things they say went a little too far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Top ranked, number one my son

And they only talk about women

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see