This is a song about "War drugs money guns"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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*)

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options