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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

So i say goodbye cause ma niggas killing

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

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

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy