This is a song about "Drugs guns sex"

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,