This is a song about "Women and money"

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I ain't asking for equality among men and women

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And all women who had no cash can now see

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties