This is a song about "Rapture your pussuy"

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Your on fire.. your on fire

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Here we go faggots, this rap is the rapture

Regardless to all them, i appease her

It's the government that causes this rapture

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

With g's in my pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.