This is a song about "Schools phones drugs and sex"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

European model white bitch is eating donuts

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks