This is a song about "Nigga and guns"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

On trial for possession of some chronic

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

If i sent my dad letters

And my guns are directors

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free