This is a song about "Guns and 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,

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

After the club, gettin you open

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The drug that they brain need

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important