This is a song about "Pussy money drugs cars"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

The you should look up in the stars

Got like a hundred cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops