This is a song about "Guns drugs gangbang money"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,