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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

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

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts