This is a song about "Guns and girls and nigga"

Me and whore white girls never workout,

I've got nothin' to worry about

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

I just wanna be higher than that

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

They slowly showin they colors

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors