This is a song about "Guns and money"

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

I never crack i got that chap stick

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

We got dat guns and flow

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Guess they ran out of options