This is a song about "Throw sum mo"

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

It's like i was subtracted and taken away from the sum

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Syrup got me going slow mo

Preaching to the choir though

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.

And be alive any many mini mo

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow