This is a song about "Firing guns"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Firing random lines my words start to cause a lyrical fission

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Without the sound of guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

We got dat guns and flow

Hope you heard that intro