This is a song about "Guns and war"

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And my guns are directors

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Then the stars don't even matter

The final war of the whack and sick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick