This is a song about "Guns and amunition"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

And the door is unlocked, i wake up gagged by russians with guns cocked,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Hold on you can see my vision

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Their guns supplied by governments, and they get paid to cock it,

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns