This is a song about "Tupac money drugs alcohol liquor"

The things they say went a little too far

It drinkin' us like alcohol

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

She tells us not to do drugs, alcohol or pop pills

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Can we pour some liquor

And i ain't frontin for her