This is a song about "Drugs guns weed"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

You just do your thing chick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks