This is a song about "Drugs guns bitches sex cars bra"

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Run away from the cars...

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff