This is a song about "Guns and shooting and drugs"

With no guns and no shields

Lights please, lights please

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Loopy, asking 'why didn't they choose me?' and started shooting in pain