This is a song about "Guns and drugs and thotties"

So rest your weary heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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