This is a song about "Money and guns"

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

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,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

With no guns and no shields

Everything ain't what it seems

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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