This is a song about "Sex money drugs"

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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