This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

And all women who had light features, see

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts