This is a song about "Time money drugs and lost focus"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And focus more on my rhymes.

I used to have a nine to five

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

Always knew where the pot was

Your emotions and focus

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit