This is a song about "Guerrilla"

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

A samurai with a camera, i'm a warrior with vision

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Gun crime that's run by the

You made me wanna

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Take one wish to allah, yup

She said i'm ready to fuck

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

To get rid of pussy niggas i go grab the gun,

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin