This is a song about "Love guns and thugs"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Cause after all the lights and screams

With no guns and no shields