This is a song about "Death by guns"

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

By the claws of death, ready to now take me

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

3m's on my new balance

We bustin' like shot guns

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,