This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

I'll shove bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Its like selling the devil your soul