This is a song about "Guns clap and people run"

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

From the back seat, back seat

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

Im starting to see guns and knives

Before we see it's hard to live

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth