This is a song about "Guns drugs money and sex"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

We got dat guns and flow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience