This is a song about "Gangs and guns"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

My ambition to blow

We got dat guns and flow

See, and now life seem hard

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

And my guns are directors

Know just what your worth

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important