This is a song about "Guidance"

What happened to the old shit, seems we’ve lost our guidance,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

We were striding through life, they were a guidance of light

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? god? no evidence,

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

I'm planning out steathy violence without no guidance to guide me

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Saying your the man, you don’t need guidance.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

Iv never had no guidance

I was playing with guns