This is a song about "Guns drugs lean"

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Basketball is my favorite sport

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,

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Bitches pursue me like a dream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

I got a dollar and a dream

Weed must be white house green see the lean