This is a song about "Women money drugs"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

My dad been with half of california's women

With plenty of money and women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Due to our appearances, cash, 'n women,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

To race or religion not even women

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,