This is a song about "Wealth guns weed killing boss family"

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

But i dont carry guns

And i can't help but stare, cause

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

You foogazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

We bustin' like shot guns

Back with a vengeance