This is a song about "Gangs guns killing drugs police 30s 40s hoes bitchs thots niggas"

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

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

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

So i say goodbye cause ma niggas killing

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Big homie died now im killing niggas at sight

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,