This is a song about "Drugs and guns"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

We got dat guns and flow

Same bitches used to play me though

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

But most times darling the sequel sucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

I say "stay", she wanna leave

With no guns and no shields