This is a song about "Guns death drugs block money"

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop