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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe