This is a song about "Money and guns and hoes and blood"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Everything ain't what it seems

With no guns and no shields

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

After the club, gettin you open

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat