This is a song about "Ak s and nines"

Cold world no blanket son

And that´s how it has begun

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her