This is a song about "Guns drugs and money"

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

And inside they think rap's soft

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

All that ass in your jeans

With no guns and no shields

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet