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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,