This is a song about "Weed sex money drugs"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

A whore is someone who want money for sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine