This is a song about "Drugs guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Amen, they say you only live once