This is a song about "Guns money drugs"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

And inside they think rap's soft

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns