This is a song about "Death by guns"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

This shit ain't nothing new though

We got dat guns and flow

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

We bustin' like shot guns

That was my influence

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick