This is a song about "Drugs and guns and life"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

I think found where your mind was

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs