This is a song about "Big ganster girls guns"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Cassidy your different from other girls

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Remember my guns like a mic,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Just put your hand on the glass

Big tits and a big ass

With no guns and no shields

When you're reachin' your dreams

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals