This is a song about "How to get money and guns"

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Hopin' that my niggas see

How to get my rent money

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Then put it into sex drive

Im starting to see guns and knives

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

With my guns your get antiquated

But we should be body to body

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free