This is a song about "Guns and thugs"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Talking of the gods you serve

And my guns are directors

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Bitch i'm all you need