This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

We bustin' like shot guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

He turned into your everyday gangsta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Get you high, keep it on the low

We got dat guns and flow