This is a song about "Crips with guns"

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Hit and miss these fake crips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

You can't evade my guns,

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns

3m's on my new balance