This is a song about "Gang and money and guns"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Like a small garage in your backyard

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

The richest place on earth

And my guns are directors

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different