This is a song about "Guns gangsters"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

We got dat guns and flow

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love