This is a song about "Guns and money"

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear