This is a song about "Guns bitchers niggers dugs snitchers"

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

They say he the key to my blessings

With no guns and no shields

Malcolm x, by any means

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

You can't evade my guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We in the big thingseat a dick man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,