This is a song about "Weed sex guns money drugs"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

First i have potential, now i got them answers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers