This is a song about "Guns and girls"

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Me and whore white girls never workout,

Then get out your seat and jump around

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Talking about the god you serve

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Fake people who waste space and shot guns