This is a song about "Bitches money guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Guess they ran out of options

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Remember my guns like a mic,

These chalance give me balance

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?