This is a song about "Drugs and guns"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I'mma do this fast or slow

We got dat guns and flow

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

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

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies