This is a song about "Dugs guns and gangs"

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

With no guns and no shields

I'm why baby mamas leave

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors