This is a song about "Guns cash cars woman block niggah"

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

You caught in the web of that woman

When they here today what you say to them

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Cash money, financial

As i light one for ill will

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I feel like i got fifty cars

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns