This is a song about "Death by guns"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

3m's on my new balance

You can't evade my guns,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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