This is a song about "Burritos and guns"

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Im starting to see guns and knives

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big