This is a song about "Guns and gangs"

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

After the club, gettin you open

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free