This is a song about "Money and guns"

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

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

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

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

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

With no guns and no shields

Tryna kill my dreams