This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

These chalance give me balance

Artillery weak with guns

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

And wonder how we ever came to this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches