This is a song about "Gun and drugs"

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Tear 'em up, each and every son, with any gun,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

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