This is a song about "Guns sluts and money"

And my guns are directors

Know just what your worth

But i never knew how that made me lesser than sluts and mutts,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons