This is a song about "Guns money and alcohol"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Know just what you worth

And my guns are directors

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons