This is a song about "Guns and cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

And my guns are directors

Talking about the god you serve

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Im starting to see guns and knives

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops