This is a song about "Pussy money detroit"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Detroit boy gon' fly, gon' get popped and land in novi

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Every time i'm at detroit, i've been very weary

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Music is money, money isn't music

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Pussy ass bitch, or do you prefer pussy ass snitch.

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

You think i'm scared of you, pussy?

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy