This is a song about "Robbery money cars lamborghini guns weapons family"

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Back with a vengeance

No....u cant handle these weapons!

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

But momma raised me right wont be a robbery

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Words are weapons (weapons)

Without the sound of guns

She likes the way it hits her lips

Words are weapons (weapons)