This is a song about "Guns and amunition"

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

And my guns are directors

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Cocking guns, 'cuz you know i rap cocky and more,

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement