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

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

Snooping around and killing

Let my angel sing

And my guns are directors

Talking of the gods you serve

The drug that they brain need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"