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

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Artillery weak with guns

3m's on my new balance

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Man it’s the killer tracks

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,