This is a song about "Guns and violence"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Lights please, lights please

With no guns and no shields

Weed smoke, booze and violence

The jiggas and the tips

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun