This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches"

I'm the sushi king

Mostly crack engineering

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Remember my guns like a mic,

Teach you how to rope a chick

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

So i gotta spit to this

Get money then bitches

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance