This is a song about "Drugs guns and cash"

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Blasting out some backyard

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

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

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government