This is a song about "Death by guns"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science

With no guns and no shields

Cause after all the lights and screams

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns