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

With no guns and no shields

I give bitches dick and leave

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Not doing this for the people, but for me and jesus christ

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind