This is a song about "Guns and bars"

Bars coming nice and fast

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You know i be teasing, though

We got dat guns and flow

And your readin my bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Im starting to see guns and knives

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

You see now that nigga lonely

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year