This is a song about "Guns money and drugs for 211 muggs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

No money, power, or drugs,

I stopped drinkin and doing drugs, couldn't believe i did it for her.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see