This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Probly from selling or doing drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Yea and this is something to think about

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

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Its like selling the devil your soul

18 year sentence with no parole