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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Im starting to see guns and knives

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,