This is a song about "Money guns drugs"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns