This is a song about "Gangsta guns"

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

So here i am at the store for some chips

With no guns and no shields

We can make more, make babies

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat