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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Hate it when i leave

With no guns and no shields

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit