This is a song about "Got guns"

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Got a sign on my dick

Remember my guns like a mic,

That was my influence

We bustin' like shot guns