This is a song about "Death eminem and guns"

There are times when you'll need someone

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Im starting to see guns and knives

This is the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

And death, beaten will decay

Tell me how can we live this way