This is a song about "Weed money sex strippers bands rolls britches liqueur love hate relationsip"

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Suspicious babies in britches

Thought this was forever love

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

The long road to success is dangerous

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed