This is a song about "About guns and shoot peolpe and being on the block"

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree