This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Spittin' sicker shit than strictly pricks, a different mission,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks