This is a song about "Burritos and guns"

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

And my guns are directors

Talking about the god you serve

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy