This is a song about "Gangs and guns"

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Shades: lv was a little dough

We got dat guns and flow

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I'm why baby mamas leave

With no guns and no shields

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Got a flock full of dimes

Im starting to see guns and knives

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs