This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

Not going to be jerked around be those fucking pricks

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Killing gangsters, way i'm raising ceilings is dangerous,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,