This is a song about "Sex money and drugs"

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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*)

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine