This is a song about "Graffiti guns drugs bitches"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns