This is a song about "Guns drugs gangbang money"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You can't evade my guns,

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

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