This is a song about "Money gang shit guns and ruger"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Get blasted with a ruger and thrown into the sewers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

We got dat guns and flow

My ambition to blow

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real