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

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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*)

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs