This is a song about "Guns cars and money"

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

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

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens