This is a song about "Guns killing drugs money"

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

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

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns