This is a song about "Drugs money guns"

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks