This is a song about "Guns money and niggas"

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Me and my peeps often meet

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Or shift keys or it i placement cause