This is a song about "Trapping partying selling drugs and fighting"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

She was the queen of the club

Working the drywall partying it up