This is a song about "Guns money drugs"

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley