This is a song about "Bakersfield guns drugs invocations bad credit"

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Artillery weak with guns