This is a song about "New jersey guns and drugs"

With no guns and no shields

Now i'm living out my dreams

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

And my guns are directors

If i sent my dad letters

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And get me some more drugs

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs