This is a song about "Woman girls guns crack money"

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Crack head girls who cant look after there own kids is anything sadder

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

You caught in the web of that woman

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground