This is a song about "Guns money amd women"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Ross and folarin, couple women

I pop one, you pop one

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

To race or religion not even women

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I don't need fallen women

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Top ranked, number one my son

Looking at these women

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I wonder why we take from our women