This is a song about "Poor to rich ghetto guns drugs"

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

But me and my brother never made it out school

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

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

It's an issue affected both the rich and the poor,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Girls fast how jamaicans run

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Ima keep that on the low