This is a song about "Guns and gangs"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

So you finally got the nerve

And my guns are directors

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course