This is a song about "Terrorists and yusuf ahad"

And their mothers and fathers

All my real motherfuckin partners

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

We got money to go get baby

Living young and wild and free

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And stop playing hide and seek,

Terrorists among the world that we live in,

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

I fear no opponent

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment