This is a song about "Killing gangs guns and drugs"

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Snooping around and killing

I was born to do the damn thing

We got dat guns and flow

Ran outside to see the big show

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

All you need is your passport

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,