This is a song about "Guns drugs and money"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,