This is a song about "Money sex guns"

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes