This is a song about "Girls drugs guns"

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Probly from selling or doing drugs

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

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Remember my guns like a mic,

You just do your thing chick

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