This is a song about "Hood and guns"

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

This information is vital, look

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good