This is a song about "Pussy money drugs cars"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Run away from the cars...

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

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