This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that