This is a song about "Ghetto guns money"

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Same bitches used to play me though

We got dat guns and flow

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

With no guns and no shields

Get blown like lawn leaves