This is a song about "Drug gangs guns"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

She said i'm ready to fuck

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles