This is a song about "Guns money and niggas"

Im starting to see guns and knives

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

February cold as my heart

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,