This is a song about "Guns and drugs"

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And my guns are directors

The birds i knew flip birds

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

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions