This is a song about "Money and guns"

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

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