This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?