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

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Another dead woman,another bad boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

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

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

This the type of shit that make a niggah twitch

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows