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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

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

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs