This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

But i look up to people gangsters geeks and equals

Watch an animal planet document on the eagles

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

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

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains