This is a song about "Weed money drugs guns"

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

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*)