This is a song about "Guns money drugs"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns