This is a song about "Coppas felons scammers riders niggas with the guns"

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

With my niggas in the back

Twista finna get up on the track

Clippers with the semi, cut you niggas up,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Feels like the niggas i fuck with can't be trusted