This is a song about "You need guns bitches"

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

You take what you don't need.

From the back seat, back seat

You take what you don't need.

Me and my peeps often meet

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

I dont need bitches, bitches flock at my name

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

Killing all you pacifist bitches, screwin all you pissed off bitches,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence