This is a song about "Gun in her pussy"

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

I strikeout in her pussy but that's the first inning

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

And i pray that never change

My gun always in range

So get up off that slave ship

Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Out her dirty pussy, or either her curvy booty while i undressed her

In the car with a gun,

It ain't where i been