This is a song about "Bitches moneh drugs guns gangs"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

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

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

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace