This is a song about "Sex mony drugs guns"

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I stay awake , dreaming for sex