This is a song about "Cars fighting money guns"

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Back with a vengeance

We bustin' like shot guns

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...