This is a song about "You can t play"

So you know i'm bout that gun play

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Gotta say it was a good day

You better believe i dont play

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And i got mad love to give

T-raw you don't know who you fucking with?