This is a song about "Pussy money drugs cars"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

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*)

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs