This is a song about "Toni money drugs beer bald dad little tommy"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Joeyy's blowing all this money, i ain't tryna spend a little

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

No money, little bit of chance, skill, and i was out sold,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Here man, let me drink some of your beer for you, its looking a little foamy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

We about to set this bitch on fire

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

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

Cus i been dealing drugs since i was a little kid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The little stands for lil and the gun stands for tommy