This is a song about "Guns an knifes"

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Hold it..now thank you for silence

You can't evade my guns,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

My life is a gather of strives of knifes and daggers

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We bustin' like shot guns

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Amen, they say you only live once

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.