This is a song about "Guns drugs"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Guns blazing, hells raising

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You can't evade my guns,

These chalance give me balance

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts