This is a song about "Money and guns"

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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,

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor