This is a song about "Money guns drugs frees"

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

My densest frees are condensed in this verse

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,