This is a song about "Pussy money drugs cars"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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*)

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though