This is a song about "Guns and bitches"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

Of bad bitches and good tree

Took my heart away from money

With no guns and no shields

And all my childhood memories

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Babe you know it gets no better than this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches