This is a song about "Guns hun and mad money"

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

With no guns and no shields

We raiders of the lost ark

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Im starting to see guns and knives

What we gotta do to survive

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

I apologized a trillion times