This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Guess they ran out of options

We bustin' like shot guns

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I walk around understanding the politics

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Money is most of y'all interest

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns