This is a song about "Guns money drugs"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

But i dont carry guns

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

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

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups