This is a song about "Fools with guns"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

These fools tryin' to mess with me

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

And still got my nike boots

Think theyre taking us for fools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

For the booked cases duels curb maced fools

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Back with a vengeance

Artillery weak with guns