This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Bonding over our love for drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles