This is a song about "Money guns and girls"

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

And my guns are directors

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Black woman you cold

Boy and girls watch me unfold

And just looked at the whole situation

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun