This is a song about "Drugs guns"

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Where the thing is amazing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

We got dat guns and flow

I'm rolling down the window

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Probly from selling or doing drugs