This is a song about "Guns and thugs"

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

With no guns and no shields

Tryna kill my dreams

This shit ain't nothing new though

We got dat guns and flow

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns