This is a song about "Biggie smalls guns"

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

And i got this thing for ya my affinity’s infinity

Best shit to come out the ville, call me the bluegrass biggie/

So i went down south but i ended up north

Open side malls and broken ride smalls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Biggie got shot too with four shots

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,