This is a song about "Gangs and guns and hoes"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Fucking each others moms

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,