This is a song about "Guns drugs and death"

So you finally got the nerve

And my guns are directors

But in the meantime it's lights please

With no guns and no shields

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

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

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;