This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

With no guns and no shields

I'm why baby mamas leave

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill