This is a song about "Guns and trappin and hoes"

As much as i wanna leave

With no guns and no shields

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The birds i knew flip birds

And my guns are directors

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Im starting to see guns and knives