This is a song about "Drugs guns weed"

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

For this, i thank the lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence