This is a song about "Niggas and drugs and money"

It feels good to be over you, babe

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes