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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Now i'm living out my dreams

With no guns and no shields

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Im starting to see guns and knives

The world seems strange at times

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips