This is a song about "Weed sex money drugs"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

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

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

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I refuse to be another being on this earth

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed