This is a song about "Codeine kush money guns sour souls"

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

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

They say nothings ever free

Man in the race for souls for money

They engulfing mass sour and mad powder.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance