This is a song about "Fools with guns"

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

Cause after all the lights and screams

With no guns and no shields

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

After an umbrella run i'm having hella fun playing with heavy guns

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,