This is a song about "Guns drugs invocations bad credit"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys