This is a song about "Gangs and guns"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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