This is a song about "Killing gangs guns and drugs"

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Snooping around and killing

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

My divine itching and shrine killing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

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

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

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

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams