This is a song about "Drugs and money guns"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Call me whatever joe

We got dat guns and flow

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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