This is a song about "Money girls guns drugs"

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

The bitches is everything in between

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game