This is a song about "Guns and bitchand weedes"

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

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

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

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

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

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