This is a song about "Money and guns"

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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,