This is a song about "Guns and bloods"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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

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

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

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

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,