This is a song about "Guns money niggas hoes"

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth