This is a song about "Gun violence killing kids need to stop"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And my condition to start violence

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

No need to stop and swerve

But we still real brothers

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

We've lost so many kids to gun violence, and the facts are worse,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,