This is a song about "Drug gangs guns"

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Know it good when she go no hands

I don't really give a fuck

Fuck you, i'll just do some sorta drug

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching