This is a song about "Guns gangsters"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Preaching to the choir though

We got dat guns and flow

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles