This is a song about "Drugs and violence"

And violence towards others

But we still real brothers

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

To the violence, drinking, smoking, and all the hate

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Violence is a sin and let that be a lesson,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

European model white bitch is eating donuts