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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

African queen got what you need

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark