This is a song about "Death eminem and guns"

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

I got a hostile relationship with money like eminem and stan

I lost my connection with my woman

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

And my guns are directors

Talking about the god you serve

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

See, and now life seem hard

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence