This is a song about "Money women and drugs"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches