This is a song about "Shoes money women"

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*)

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Is written in our souls, africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Yeah, the sex in the sack

My shoes black, slater back/

With plenty of money and women

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

My drive is like no one

I aint afraid to hit women