This is a song about "Guns and war"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

The final war of the whack and sick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war