This is a song about "Guns and cars"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,