This is a song about "Women and money"

Cinnamon tone women and

Put the purp in the blunt

And they only talk about women

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

With plenty of money and women

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

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

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I got money mind and money on my wrist

If you feel it, it must be real just