This is a song about "Money guns drugs"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

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

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Amen, they say you only live once

No money, power, or drugs,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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