This is a song about "Guns sluts and money"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I'm why baby mommas leave

With no guns and no shields

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Oldest nation on this earth

And my guns are directors

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,