This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches"

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Same bitches used to play me though

We got dat guns and flow

So tell me what they crack

And daddy's in the cadillac

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,