This is a song about "Guns drugs"

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Guns blazing, hells raising

But he don't rule a thing

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

We got dat guns and flow

Got it matching though