This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Guns blazing, hells raising

Why not me the same thing

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

But this ain't physics or rocket science

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

We bustin' like shot guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

That was my influence

You can't evade my guns,

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns