This is a song about "Guns killing drugs money"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,