This is a song about "Firing guns"

Why not me the same thing

Guns blazing, hells raising

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Firing gunshots towards your ass, 9mm in my right hand grasping the handle like its my dick,

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

I bet you hear that white music

Remember my guns like a mic,

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,