This is a song about "Money and guns"

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

We got dat guns and flow

You got that indie glow

Bitch i'm all you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit