This is a song about "Guns money drugs killing hoes cars"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Hoes love me because of my cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Ain't no women at the shows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes