This is a song about "The streets guns money brothers balljng love hope"

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Yo i rap for brothers dying in the streets while most rappers talk about

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

The real muscle in the message of that

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key