This is a song about "Niggas guns drugs money"

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

These chalance give me balance

You can't evade my guns,

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains