This is a song about "Crack guns money bitches"

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Remember my guns like a mic,

Killing these niggas off quick

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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