This is a song about "Guns and secrets"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And if she leaks any secrets,

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,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

With no guns and no shields

Malcolm x, by any means