This is a song about "Guns drugs"

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Probly from selling or doing drugs

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

You can't evade my guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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