This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Cause we done did that

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,