This is a song about "Money skateboarding guns women prison tough ghetto"

3m's on my new balance

Without the sound of guns

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

And everything is tough/

Is there any love

With plenty of money and women

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

To play rough without acting tough

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed