This is a song about "Sex guns and murder"

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Oldest nation on this earth

And my guns are directors

And in love with her, lets have sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed