This is a song about "I will go out in gun and blazers"

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

'cuz i go in and murder the place, and right after, then i'm out

Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt

And who had renounced and prostrate, will soon be jailed in a prison called no way out

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers

When i run out of stacks i go and get some more

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm caged up in state prison

I love to pull out my gun

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

10 kids will go to college and 8 will drop out