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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

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

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Nightmare on any street

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.