This is a song about "Drugs money guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

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

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks