This is a song about "Sex 40 bang hood weed guns cars money"

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Finger finger bang bang

I am just a man

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars