This is a song about "Dope and guns"

I told him get his 9 and run

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

I don't wanna mope, and i don't have no dope,

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

And like those we all make mistakes so i ignite dope

If i could have 25 wives

Im starting to see guns and knives

With no guns and no shields

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic