This is a song about "Guns drugs sex"

And in love with her, lets have sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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,

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

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

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex