This is a song about "Life and guns"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

I told him get his 9 and run

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

We got dat guns and flow

It ain't nothing though

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons