This is a song about "Swag bitch drugs money"

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Uh im a boss. im a boss bitch. when it comes to my money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Money, murder, marijen bitch im on that crip tonight

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side