This is a song about "Pussy and money and drugs and girls"

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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*)

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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