This is a song about "Hood death guns drugs"

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

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

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

No money, power, or drugs,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could