This is a song about "Guns sluts and money"

Shut up sluts! and ride on my skateboard!

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

They giving pounds and that before get the money

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto