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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

This is the concrete

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I was playing with guns

Words are weapons (weapons)

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Versace odor and lamborghini owner