This is a song about "Death losing a brother drugs and guns"

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Basketball is my favorite sport

Im washin off another plate

All around theres death,drugs, and rape

Remember my guns like a mic,

Keep the bitches on my dick

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Learned all about these wonderful drugs , and found myself a

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Her death had them moping around, it was just him and his brother

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,