This is a song about "Guns drugs"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

I know the moves i'm making

Guns blazing, hells raising

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence