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

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

You caught in the web of that woman

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

But i dont carry guns

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got like a hundred cars