This is a song about "Niggas and guns"

February cold as my heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree