This is a song about "Your bea"

I was playing with guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Imma make it rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Lost in the rain

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Your gonna gratify

All you niggas die

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

And finally, everyone got their own problems