The lyrics focus on ending violence and promoting peace within communities, specifically by stopping the sale of drugs and killing each other. The second half describes a first-hand experience of a group of men with guns robbing people and the singer 's own need to carry a gun for protection. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration, danger, and a desire for safety.

Sticky icky I can't never leave my gun
Sticky icky I can't never leave my gun Sticky icky I can't really my gun damn

Why I never lead the Crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies

Situation nah no I ain't playing no celebration my gun be spraying
Situation nah no I ain't playing no celebration my gun be spraying

Go hit one gon hita lick. Don't try me. Knock your head off kid. Hollow tips all through my clip deep penetration, smoke your whip. n*gg*s talking about they want to shoot it out but they never, ever want to hit the range got a military n*gg* behind me that motherfucker really got aim
FN shooting seven six six for my enemy it's only bad news. You think you really want to try me lil fool?
Already sat in my county blues n*gg*s getting famous over the news
Murdering n*gg*s that's what they do
Now they song went up of thousands of views wondering why do I ride with my tool? Pussy

Why I never lead the Crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky (geeking season)
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies

10 on my hip bum riding n*gg* talk stupid, I'm sliding been with the dogs getting grimy when I'm with John I'm slidding don't know why these n*gg*s want to try me squad, build like the army arch push on mighty talk real tough like the n*gg* tried to fight me. I sent him to addie to him bitch, I ain't hiding. I ain't got to touch you to touch you. Get the bitch that fucks you to bust you bullets fuck around a flip fuel jujitsu this got to your bang like the beat, do sent shots far went far like the Heat do, bullets bite like a shark they will eat you pussy n*gga real sweet tiramisu won't hesitate to make your family miss you two or six write that shit on my grave (sticky icky) cuban links on my neck you would think I was a slave (sticky icky) better yet, I'm off the leash I'm the jango unchained (sticky icky) my sigma drip I'm going to let the bitch hang yeah, good. Fool like the moon I'm up from the hip like my wrist poppy back when I reload the clip knock you off fucking bitch both of you got a dick If you wanna call the dogs say my name Mike Vick bring it back up to stick let it fly like a plane if you want to take a trip I'm aim for the head hit that n*gga in his lips hollow tips in the chain bitch just gave him the kiss

See why

Why I never lead the crib without my pistol on me n*gg*s is talking sh*t
I might just pull up with all the sticky icky
The sticky icky I never leave the Crib without my pistol on me. n*gg*s talking shit, I might just pull love with all the homies

Situation, no I ain't playing No celebration nah my gun be spraying. Situation, no I ain't playing No celebration nah my gun be spraying