This is a song about "Guns drugs hustlen hoes"

All you wanna do is get that stick

Remember my guns like a mic,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs