This is a song about "Guns and riva"

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Im starting to see guns and knives

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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