This is a song about "Cribs guns hoes rap"

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference