This is a song about "Gun s"

The outline which you n****s out dated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I want to fight the music on this one

I went to get the gun

I can only imagine