This is a song about "Drugs guns jail"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

And i'm raw, fish scale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

When hes coming home from jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail