This is a song about "Money and bitches and guns"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags