This is a song about "Drugs guns and cash"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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