This is a song about "Guns drugs"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

He appreciates your support

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies