This is a song about "Guns and killing"

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

And my guns are directors

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Made a living and a killing off it

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Im starting to see guns and knives