This is a song about "Women and money"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Bought a brand new car for my after party

And all women who had no cash can now see

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

What a hassle, women spaniels, and all these other vandals,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

And they only talk about women

I'm chillin with children and women we gunnin for fun

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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*)