This is a song about "Army war brother fight dead guns"

But i dont carry guns

These chalance give me balance

Let me mom know i got in a fight and guns were dispersed

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You gon' tip her

To see marshalls brother

Togehter shall we fight against hordes in war vultures will surrond their companies men

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags