This is a song about "Drugs guns sex"

These chalance give me balance

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

But i dont carry guns

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles