This is a song about "Niggas and guns"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Im starting to see guns and knives

But in the meantime it's lights please

With no guns and no shields

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,