This is a song about "Weed sex guns coke money drugs"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

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

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash