This is a song about "Guns weed money drugs killing niggas"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs