This is a song about "Shooting pussy money weed and drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Together all the timethought it was true love

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs