This is a song about "Guns drugs money hoes"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns