This is a song about "Weed money drugs guns"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

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

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain