This is a song about "Robbery money cars lamborghini guns weapons family weed sellingdrugs"

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Words are weapons (weapons)

I was playing with guns