This is a song about "Guns and baseball bats"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

So y'all niggas can fly

She looks at me and bats an eye

We got dat guns and flow

Down just so we can grow

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Lights please, lights please

With no guns and no shields