This is a song about "Drugs sex guns my kids"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And my guns are directors

Who's better? them never, lo sweaters

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

European model white bitch is eating donuts

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,