This is a song about "Pusey money drugs"

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Money bring pain,money bring gain

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