This is a song about "The hood and guns and ovo"

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Never break, took a break though

We got dat guns and flow

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Talking about the god you serve

And my guns are directors