This is a song about "Guns and bitches"

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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,

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

That's the way, you can move it baby

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

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

In earth, as it is in heaven

Not likely like stay long please

With no guns and no shields