This is a song about "Drugs guns and cash"

We got dat guns and flow

Got it matching though

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

I wonder why we take from our women

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee