This is a song about "Dead man s guns"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

Artillery weak with guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You can never take me you a dead man walking someone call amc

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed