This is a song about "Men be acting like boys"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Lookin at my boys like

Working day or night

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Driving my car to a foreign place

As i light one for ill will

Boys oink like you in the middle

Them boys be talking ’bout their bitches

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Everybody acting like they're famous