This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

Artillery weak with guns

These chalance give me balance

Without the sound of guns

3m's on my new balance

I know the road i'm taking

Guns blazing, hells raising

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

With no guns and no shields

Now i'm living out my dreams

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh