This is a song about "Money and guns and hoes and blood"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

And my guns are directors

Know just what you worth

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load