This is a song about "Drugs guns"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Bonding over our love for drugs

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs