This is a song about "Money guns drugs frees"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks