This is a song about "Aks and shot guns"

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

And my guns are directors

The richest place on earth

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Rollin' down the four o five

Im starting to see guns and knives

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And im back and calling shots, calling whos shot

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big