This is a song about "Drugs guns"

Guns blazing, hells raising

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs