This is a song about "Bandits"

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

The kind of stuff im pouring makes the bandits go to sleep,

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

They yelling "curse us" cause they can't stand the bandits,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

They have a habit of calling people faggots, they move like bandits