This is a song about "Drugs and guns"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Call me whatever joe

We got dat guns and flow

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

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

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

What do i really need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I speak to cj often and sometimes

Im starting to see guns and knives