This is a song about "Guns and crime"

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Im starting to see guns and knives

Then put it into sex drive

Spittin rhyme after rhyme and committin hard crime

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

With no guns and no shields

Everything ain't what it seems

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry