This is a song about "Robbing people and doing drugs and with guns"

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

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

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

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

We got dat guns and flow

Make a record about doing drugs and name it after her (oh thank you!)

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few