This is a song about "Guns and cars"

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,