This is a song about "Youth and guns"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And my guns are directors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Like a small garage in your backyard

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need