This is a song about "Basketball guns"

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Playing basketball everyday.triple double!

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks