This is a song about "Guns drugs and assau"

Steal your love with ease

With no guns and no shields

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

These chalance give me balance

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks