This is a song about "Nigga swag money bitches drugs gangsta"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

What influence as nigga money or fame

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again