This is a song about "Weedsex money drugs"

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

Doin drugs as a hobby

They say nothings ever free

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs