This is a song about "Guns and amunition"

And my guns are directors

Know just what your worth

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Think your fly? fuck guns i pull out and let the #fly #spray

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions