This is a song about "Drugs guns"

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Tell me anything you want

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance