This is a song about "Drugs guns girls killing"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha