This is a song about "Guns and thugs"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Floor seats at that wizards game

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Guess i'll meet her right back at start