This is a song about "Guns and roses"

We got dat guns and flow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

They don't hear my bark

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment