This is a song about "Guns cars and money"

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Sometimes i think, what i need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

But somehow it made them listen

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,