This is a song about "Gangs guns"

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

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Guns blazing, hells raising

I do the right thing

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

Guess they ran out of options

But i let off everything i have

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence