This is a song about "Guns violence sex money drugs cars jail"

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

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex