This is a song about "Gangs guns"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Know it good when she go no hands

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see