This is a song about "Drugs and guns"

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And my guns are directors

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups