This is a song about "Guns gangsters pricks"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Cocky pricks and apologies obviously don't bother him,

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

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

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance