This is a song about "Guns and money"

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Im starting to see guns and knives

I speak to cj often and sometimes