This is a song about "Gand and guns and drugs"

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

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

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

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

And my guns are directors

So you finally got the nerve

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

In earth, as it is in heaven