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

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet