This is a song about "Pussy gun money thug"

Just give me a carrot gun

It ain't where i been

Escaping from my fucken gun

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

In the car with a gun,

They'll have to rename this one

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Still living the thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup