This is a song about "Guns and cars"

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Swear i will murk any beat

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,