This is a song about "Pussy money drugs cars"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain