This is a song about "Guns selling drugs"

We bustin' like shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

You can't evade my guns,

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

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

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Amen, they say you only live once