This is a song about "Guns and armor"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

I wish i could have 25 wives

Im starting to see guns and knives

And my guns are directors

If i sent my dad letters

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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