This is a song about "Life and guns"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,