This is a song about "I got a lot of guns cause i m a thug"

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Cause looking at you i can do a whole lot better

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I got a lot of shit inside that i don't know how to release,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

I got a lot of haters.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

But i got a lot of stuff i ain't get to do yet

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

When i was younger i smoked a lot of weed,