This is a song about "Hood and guns"

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Pockets probably like fried food

Same bitches used to play me though

We got dat guns and flow

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

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

Im starting to see guns and knives

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

In earth, as it is in heaven

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

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