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

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*)

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Long as she come to me first

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,