This is a song about "War drugs money guns"

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

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

Tell me anything you want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Trying to maintain in this war

As soon as i walk in the door

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions