This is a song about "Graffiti guns drugs bitches"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

Killing these niggas off quick

Remember my guns like a mic,

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be