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

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

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

How i think about you every day

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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*)

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,