This is a song about "Death by guns"

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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,

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

Remember my guns like a mic,

But they say we ain't big

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves