This is a song about "Sex money drugs and no swearing"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine