This is a song about "Drugs money guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out 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

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Competition on the court