This is a song about "Bitches money nwa guns"

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

With no guns and no shields

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

We got dat guns and flow

You know i be teasing, though