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,

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Like a small garage in your backyard

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

African queen got what you need

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Ross and folarin, couple women