This is a song about "Guns and drugs"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Got a flock full of dimes

Im starting to see guns and knives

Snitches here don't got no heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,