This is a song about "Money guns drugs"

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

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

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley