This is a song about "Guns and drugs"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Call me whatever joe

We got dat guns and flow

Miami nights, ain't another one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

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

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

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions