This is a song about "Niggas with guns"

With my niggas in the back

She was wet off the bat

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Guess i’m different than most

Niggas come at me with their flows

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.