This is a song about "Guns lucky charms cats expensive clothes"

I rake in loads of bone charms

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

He's all expensive like dat nylon

These other cats bring blasphemy

It ain't hard to make money

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes