This is a song about "Niggas with guns"

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Fuck fame, fuck money

Niggas try to fuck with me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

With my guns your get antiquated

Guess i’m different than most

Niggas come at me with their flows