This is a song about "Aks and shot guns"

He dont want the diamonds

Two aks and a box of blunts

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And my guns are directors

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Guns are meant for weak men, y'all can get the last shot,

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Fake people who waste space and shot guns