This is a song about "Love guns and thugs"

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Get you high, keep it on the low

We got dat guns and flow

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs