This is a song about "Guns and armor"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

We got dat guns and flow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

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,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,