This is a song about "Guns bitches hoe shit knives bullets"

Those bitches can burn in hell and contemplate satans shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Tryna break my shit? then you fuck around and get billed hoe

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

My savage niggas ran in yo shit empty'd that clip, pull that trigga to yo hoe head when she

I would never post my dopest shit what you take me for a hoe,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though