This is a song about "Trapping money and drugs"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

They like talking, its like gossip

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.