This is a song about "Firing guns"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

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

Guns blazing, hells raising

I know the road i'm taking

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Tryna kill my dreams

With no guns and no shields

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence