This is a song about "Idiot with guns"

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

You're very attractive, and notice that

Well you're just an idiot.

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Corrupting our minds with an idiot box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'm experienced you're the weariest for a raw idiot

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

With my guns your get antiquated

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns